Delilah giggled along with her friends as they sat around her gum tree, gossiping about Delilahs new bad-boy of a boyfriend. Grace spoke up, "and those tattoos! Oh my god, Del, Calum is soo dreamy"
"and he's mine" Delilah smiled as she played with a twig that had landed by her side, she was trying to hide the fact that ever since she met Calum, the hunky bass player from a local band, her self-esteem had withered away, "he's a keeper"
The girls laughed and laughed, they talked about Delilahs failed weight-loss attempts and the time Grace peed herself from laughing so hard, they talked about their favourite music and mentioned how much they despised college. Delilah was finally fitting in.
Delilah smiled warmly as her phone dinged in her pocket, she pulled it out of its place and read the text from Calum slowly; you better go to the gym again tonight, your "curves" can be a pretty big turn off.
"ooh, who is it, Del?" Bella hummed.
Grace chimed in soon after, "i bet its Calum telling her how much he loves her, cute!"
Delilah nodded faintly, "its exactly that"
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Delilah
Short StoryThe short story of Delilah, a girl who never wanted to grow up and never wanted to face the side effects. This piece of writing is a proud supporter of the #FreeYourBody campaign.
